Jinny had several knives of her own. Her daggers, neatly strapped to either side of her belt. Her throwing knives hidden in a small backpack. And a hunting knife as well, tucked into one of her little combat boots. She was ready for anything, and determined to have a fun vacation. The scenery made a nice change of pace from the usual training environment. She'd never been on a mountain before. Even the air was different here.

Before they left, Jinny had looked up various tracks and signs of animals, and was determined to put this new knowledge to use. At the very least, she wanted to find one rabbit. Maybe something even smaller to start with. "Okay, I'm leading. Let's go... this way." She picked a general southern direction and started walking. Looking up and around, she could see flashes of color in the trees. Birds were all around them. Taking in the sunlight. Making noise at other birds. Diving and twittering and flying around. It was a very entertaining fact to her that the boy birds were the colorful ones. All in all it was very pretty.

Turning her attention downward, she started looking for signs of animals. It didn't take long for her to catch sight of a tuft of grayish brown fur stuck on a low branch. Not far from that were definitely some kind of droppings. "I'm on the hunt." Jinny said cheerfully, pointing them out and beelining in a new direction.

Her boots crunched through the underbrush as they went. After about 15 minutes, she piped up with a quiet voice full of frustration. "I'm making so much noise. I'm not quiet like back at home. There's too much stuff on the ground." She was getting on her own nerves, not being able to be stealthy. 

"Help me." She didn't know how to step silent in a forest. Every step there seemed to be a leaf, or a rock, or a stick, something to get in her way.